My release pulsing over my fist and across my stomach in streaks while slick floods out of me and my body clamps down on the silicone in waves that I can feel in my teeth. Through thewall, he's falling apart at the same time and my body knows it, responding to it, another crest pulling through me that drags a sound out of my throat that is high and raw and desperate and nothing like a performance.
The vibration is still going and the overstimulation hits like a second wave, my body clenching around the humming knot while my cock twitches in my slick grip. I am somewhere very far from the version of me who runs this stream, somewhere animal and honest and undone, staring at the ring light through blurred vision while my body rides aftershocks I didn't authorize.
I don't know how long it takes me to come back. A minute, maybe more, the room slowly sharpening around the edges while the vibration hums against oversensitive nerves and my hand loosens on my softening cock.
It takes me another few seconds to remember I’m still live.
The chat.Fuck.
My eyes focus on the screen and the messages hit me like cold water.
holy fuck was that real?
that was NOT performed
what just happened
mavi are you okay??
is he in heat?
that sounded like heat
i've been watching for two years and that was different
baby are you okay talk to us
Four hundred people just watched me have a real orgasm. Not the controlled, calibrated, professionally managed kind I've been selling for years. The real kind. The kind that came from listening to an Alpha say my name through a wall while I vibrated myself into oblivion and begged him to be good for me.
"Thank you, loves." My voice comes out wrecked, barely holding shape, and I manage a smile that probably looks asshattered as it feels. "You were perfect tonight. I'm fine. Just wanted to give you all areallygood night." The sign-off is sloppy by my standards, no kiss to the camera, just a quick wave before my hand finds the laptop and closes it. Then the ring light clicks off and the room drops into darkness.
The toy slides out of me, my body protesting the loss immediately, ass clenching around nothing, my biology insisting that something should still be inside me, that the emptiness is wrong, that the Alpha whose voice triggered this should be here filling the space the silicone left.
My cock is still half-hard against my thigh, twitching, refusing to come down. Come is cooling on my stomach, the sheets soaked through with slick, my scent everywhere, saturating the pillows, the sheets, probably seeping through the goddamn drywall.
“Shit,” I mutter, realizing what just happened. “Shit, shit, shit, shit!” I scramble around for my phone, groaning when my knee dips into a wet spot on the bed. I press #3 on my phone, hoping and praying Noemi will answer.
She picks up on the second ring. "It's eleven-thirty, Mavi."
"Something just happened."
The tone of my voice must land because her end goes quiet for half a second before she shifts into operational mode. "Okay. I’m up. Talk to me."
"The neighbor. The subscriber. He was on the other side of the wall while I was streaming and I could hear him getting off to my stream and he was saying my name and my body just..." My ass clenches again and I press my free hand to my stomach where the skin is still sticky and hot. "I've never reacted like that to anyone. My body went off on its own, Noe. Like it decided something without asking me."
"Define went off on its own." I can almost hear the giddiness in her voice.
"Slick everywhere. I have never had that happen for a person I haven't touched. And I'm still hard. I came on stream like five minutes ago and I'm still hard and my body won't stop clenching like it's looking for something that isn't there. And my chat noticed. They know something was different. Two years of streaming and they could tell tonight wasn't a show."
Noemi is quiet for a moment. "That's biological, Mavi. That's not just attraction. That's your body recognizing a compatible—"
"Don't say compatible Alpha. Don't make this into a biology lecture."
"I wasn't going to say compatible Alpha. I was going to say compatible person, but sure, bite my head off, that's productive."
A laugh escapes me that sounds more unhinged than I'd like. "Sorry. I'm lying in my own mess having a crisis."
"You're having a crisis because your body responded honestly for once instead of on your schedule. That's not a crisis, that's a breakthrough."
